After some Moments of Silence, which many Sighs interrupted, _Don Pedro_ rais’d himself from the Place where his Weakness had forced him to sit; he made _Agnes_ see, as he approach’d her, the sad Marks of his Sufferings: and not content with the Pity he saw in her Eyes, _You have resolved my Death then, cruel +Agnes+, +(said he)+ my desire was the same with yours; but Heaven has thought fit to reserve me for other Misfortunes, and I see you again, as unhappy, but more in love than ever._ There was no need of these Words to move _Agnes_ to compassion, the Languishment of the Prince spoke enough; and the Heart of this fair Maid was but too much disposed to yield it self: She thought then that _Constantia_ ought to be satisfy’d; Love, which combated for _Don Pedro_, triumphed over Friendship, and found that happy Moment, for which the Prince of _Portugal_, had so long sighed. _Do not reproach me, for that which has cost me more than you, Sir, +(replied she)+ and do not accuse a Heart, which is neither ingrateful nor barbarous: and I must tell you, that I love you. But now I have made you that Confession, what is it farther that you require of me?_ _Don Pedro_, who expected not a Change so favourable, felt a double Satisfaction; and falling at the Feet of _Agnes_, he express’d more by the Silence his Passion created, than he could have done by the most eloquent Words. After having known all his good Fortune, he then consulted with the amiable _Agnes_, what was to be feared from the King; they concluded that the cruel Billet, which so troubled the last days of _Constantia_, could come from none but _Elvira_ and _Don Alvaro_. The Prince, who knew that his Father had searched already an Alliance for him, and was resolv’d on his Favourite’s marrying _Agnes_, conjur’d her so tenderly to prevent these Persecutions, by consenting to a secret Marriage, that, after having a long time consider’d, she at last consented. _I will do what you will have me_ (said she) _tho’ I presage nothing but fatal Events from it; all my Blood turns to Ice, when I think of this Marriage, and the Image of +Constantia+ seems to hinder me from doing it._ The amorous Prince surmounted all her Scruples, and separated himself from _Agnes_, with a Satisfaction which soon redoubled his Forces; he saw her afterward with the Pleasure of a Mystery: And the Day of their Union being arrived, _Don Gill_, Bishop of _Guarda_, performed the Ceremony of the Marriage, in the Presence of several Witnesses, faithful to _Don Pedro_, who saw him Possessor of all the Charms of the fair _Agnes_. She lived not the more peaceable for belonging to the Prince of _Portugal_; her Enemies, who continually persecuted her, left her not without Troubles: and the King, whom her Refusal inrag’d, laid his absolute Commands on her to marry _Don Alvaro_, with Threats to force her to it, if she continu’d rebellious.